I offered up one final prayer as I hid the box behind my back and quietly padded down the hall to the bedroom. When I opened the door, I was greeted by the sweetest, naughtiest sight. My boy was curled on his side watching something on his phone. He was so into the video he hadn’t noticed my arrival. If he had, he was doing a damn good job pretending otherwise.
His hips rocked and the muscles in his arm flexed as he rubbed himself. I toed off my shoes, carefully trying to stay out of his line of sight. He didn’t stop when I placed his gift on the nightstand so I could adjust myself. Another time, we’d have to play this game, but I’d stand behind him and jerk off while he “didn’t know” I was behind him, right up until I came all over his back. But that newfound fantasy would have to wait. I had plans for how the rest of today was going to go.
Sam let out a shriek when I placed my hand over his, urging him to keep jerking off. Just because I wasn’t going to come yet didn’t mean he couldn’t. By the time the sun went down tonight, I wanted him so sex-drunk he passed out. “Daddy! I didn’t know—”
“Thought you could play with yourself and I’d never know?” It took concerted effort to keep my voice more stern than amused. “Are you supposed to play with your treasure when Daddy doesn’t give you permission?”
“No, Daddy.” His shoulders sagged. I stilled his hand when he reached for the phone. He wanted to get himself off, now he was going to do it with me goading him the entire time.
“Slide over, baby.” While he moved to the center of the bed, I quickly stripped out of my pants, leaving my button-down shirt and boxer briefs in place. This moment still needed to be about him.
I laid down behind him, pressing my erection against the crease of his ass. “Keep going, Sam. Show me how you get yourself off when I’m not around.”
“Does that mean I’m not in trouble?” He looked back at me and I couldn’t help but laugh at the hopeful expression on his face.
I propped myself on an elbow so I could kiss my boy. I gripped his chin tightly, forcing his lips apart so I could taste him. He moaned softly, his hips twitching as he continued stroking. He was breathless by the time I ended the kiss. I dragged my gaze over his body, humming with approval when I caught sight of the front of his undies pushed down enough to expose his dick. I knew he was self-conscious about it at times, but it really was fucking perfect. It had definitely taken some getting used to the differences at first, but now I couldn’t imagine him any other way.
I hoped he understood my gift wasn’t about that. My dick twitched as I thought about what I hoped would happen later.
I reached past him and propped his phone against a pillow so we could both watch. This wasn’t the first time I’d seen the clip Sam was watching. He had opened my eyes to entire sites devoted to porn with trans guys, and the couple on screen was one of our favorites.
I dug my fingers into Sam’s hips, humping against him, wanting to put Sam on his knees like the guy on screen. He was one hell of a cock sucker, so eager to please. “You want to take me deep like that, baby? You’re even better at it than he is. You barely even notice anymore when I shove my dick down your throat.”
“Love it when you fuck my face,” he admitted breathlessly. His hand stopped moving, so I covered it with my own, guiding his fingers back to what he was supposed to be doing.
“One of these days, I’m going to suck you like that,” I told him. “Going to drop to my knees in front of you and take you into my mouth.”
“Daddy!” While he worked his dick, I slid my hand deeper between his legs, slipping the tip of my middle finger inside of him.
I kept fucking him as I kissed and nipped my way down his neck. Sam was so damn close, and I wanted to feel his body tense around my fingers. “Want you to lose control for me tonight, Sam. You’re going to fuck my face. Twist your fingers in my hair and choke me with your dick.”
“Is that—” I cut off his question with a kiss, fucking him harder and deeper, needing him out of his mind enough he’d think this was nothing more than a fantasy rather than something that I really,reallyhoped was about to happen.
“Then, I’m going to get on my hands and knees for you,” I continued. My ass clenched at the thought of his tongue lapping against my hole, loosening my body to take him. “You’ve asked me if I like having my ass played with, and tonight you’re going to find out how much. I need you, Sam. So fucking bad. I want to feel your mouth on my ass. That tongue’s going to drive me crazy as you get me ready. Is that still something you want to try, Sam?”
I was careful to repeatedly call him by name, setting the tone, making sure he knew tonight was a night for us to connect as equals, not as boy and Daddy.
“Please!” He tried rolling to face me, but I held him in place. “You’re really gonna let me touch you there?”
My late-night shopping adventure had happened shortly after he’d first mentioned wondering what it was like topping. He dismissed my observation that not being born with a penis didn’t mean he was resigned to bottoming for life. When we’d talked about it later, he’d admitted he was worried that having to put on a harness would take away from the sexiness of it. That’s what made this investment worthwhile, even if he tried it and decided topping wasn’t for him. But I really hoped that wasn’t the case because I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me.
“Yes, baby. Tonight, my body is yours. You can do whatever you’d like,” I promised him. “And you’ve been so patient about waiting for your birthday surprise. I think it’s time for you to have that, too. Maybe it’ll inspire you with some ideas. But since you wanted to get off, you’re not getting anything until you show me how you take care of yourself when Daddy’s not around. Watch your video, Sam.”
I did everything within my power to distract him as we watched the actors go from sucking to fingering to fucking. His entire body tensed and arched when I told him how good it would feel if he was the one fucking me. How powerful he’d feel draped over my body, pounding into me.
Sam held nothing back when he came. He cried out for me as his body shook. When he tried moving his hand away from his dick, I took over, pressing my palm against his dick as I fucked him hard with my fingers. I didn’t let up until he was a whimpering, babbling mess collapsed against me.
“I loved watching you, baby.” I kissed his shoulder as I slid my damp hand up his stomach. “We’re going to have to do that again, but next time, you’re going to watch me, too.”
I knew it had been a good orgasm when my boy drifted off to sleep. I flipped the edge of the blanket over him so he could rest. He was going to need his energy tonight.
